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Coffe Shop Blues- a South Park One on One
Green orbs stared blankly past the frazzled blond hair and up into the dark ambiance of the quite, messy room. The covers were clutched in the young lad's shaking fists as close as the could to over his head while still being able to see. The door was cracked open on the far end of the room, the small beam of light falling just short of the small disheveled nest in which the boy slept. Or more correctly, refused to sleep.
Tweek's eyes grew wide with every noise the house made. Something was happening, and no one but he seemed to notice. He wasn't going to sleep. He couldn't sleep. It was quite possible, that he no longer needed sleep. He hadn't in such a long time. He actually forgot what it felt like. His eyes fell to a half-lidded gaze with his thoughts. The eyes shot back open when the door slowly creaked open, filling the room with light. He scrambled under the covers and shrieked. He lay there in a shuddering heap as a soft female voice called out to him. "Tweek, honey, what are you doing? You need to get up and help your Father. He needs you to help him around the shop today." He ripped the cover off his head, making the hair fly in every direction. "O-o-Oh. I-I thought you were a-AHH!- Underpants Stealing Gnome!" "Oh don't be silly, dear. You know there are no such thing. You just lose your underwear because you keep your room such a mess!" she said, walking out the door. "Now get ready, you have a long day ahead of you!" "But they're rea- Oh, never mind." he surrendered, climbing out the bed and sloppily putting on his clothing. |
Craig didn't like getting up at the crack of dawn. In fact, he was most certainly a child who preferred the later hours and dreaded the sun as if he was some sort of bat-like creature of the night. His alarm clock was his greatest enemy, the snooze button his only ally. But today, he was getting up.
If you hadn't already guessed it, the day was not a normal one. Actually, really, the night before was the one that was out of the ordinary. Most Friday nights were spent sneaking into clubs and grinding on whatever tall blonde girl who's dance moves were more like convulsions -- or twitches, to be more specific -- then actual dancing and the strobe lights concealed what she was and made her who Craig wanted her to be. But that night was spent, instead, in the back corner of a coffee shop. Every other booth was empty, partly because a seldom few drank coffee after dark, and even fewer people would come in with the "closed" sign flipped for all to see. The lights were mostly turned out, the steady bulbs from the kitchen doing their part to illuminate the boy sitting in across the table from him. Bony, ever-quivering hands brought paper cup to lips, nursing it gently. He'd be shaking more soon. "You're -- urgh -- saying what now?" Only that I'm in love with you, I can't stop thinking about you, and these thoughts have been ailing me for, oh, only about the last month or so. I've only been, you know, dreaming about you and comparing everyone one I see to you, and by the way, no one lives up to you. But you know, no big deal. He really wanted to say it, really. Craig was getting nervous. The boy across from him would probably panic in a matter of moments, and he was not ready to handle it. Not in the least. "I don't know. Tweaker, ugh. Shit, I don't know. I just like you. Want you, even. Don't freak out." He didn't. He just sort of sat there in a disbelieving sort of way, wide-eyed and still -- or as till as Tweek could get. "But, you know, do say something." Craig had bitten his lip and had begun to taste blood, but he wasn't really paying attention to anything but the beautiful little deer in the headlights in front of him, "You're freaking me out here, Tweek..." Tweek smiled, and Craig relaxed a bit. Maybe the paranoid boy was rubbing off on him already, because he could have sworn he felt himself shaking a moment before. "That's -- ah -- Qu-Quite a relief, actually. Craig felt his face warp into a "are you insane?" look, "What?" "Well, well, the way you've been looking at me -- gah -- lately, I thought you-you were a -- ehk -- a cannibal and that you wanted to e-eat me...." He said seriously, and Craig believed him. He wanted to laugh, or shoot across the table and kiss him (or maybe eat him, but not in the cannibalistic way Tweek had before conceived), but he knew both of the actions would not end pleasantly. He smiled and stood up, causing Tweek's eyes to shoot to him in fear that the boy would walk out on him for that. Before he could open his mouth for an apology, Craig plopped himself down right next to the thinner boy and wrapped his arms around him. They didn't have to say anything else. Craig had forced Tweek to go home, walking him to his doorstep. He cursed himself as the door slammed closed for not trying to steal a goodnight kiss from the boy. He walked home anyway, practically floating by the time he got to his room. And now he was waking up. Tweak had an early morning shift at his parent's coffee shop, and Craig knew he might be able to talk to him a bit if he got there before opening. So he adorned his blue jacket and pants and hat with the yellow ball on top, because it was Colorado and winter and it was always cold out. He flew out the door with a speed that surprised his parents and got to the coffee place out of breath but early. He leaned against the wall to catch his breath and slid to a crouch to wait for Tweek. |
Tweek took a long time to get ready. Every noise made him jump and knock over something. Something he would promptly ignore to stare wearily at the door for a good thirty seconds, twitching nervously all the while. His mind would snap him back to his task soon after that time had passed, but that was also the amount of time between the next noise and he next collision with one of his personal belongings that would wind up on the floor.
He finally exited his room and walked to the top of the staircase. He paused, biting his lip. Then he backed up a step and ran back into his room to grab a rather large pillow and carefully took shuddering steps down the stairs. He made a small whimper every two steps and froze once near the middle. He finally made it down the stairs, however, and tossed the pillow into a pile of other's he'd dragged with him in fear of falling. It wasn't as scary going up was his reasoning. He stared at the kitchen door for a minute before walking over to it in silence. He waited as his father flipped pages in his news paper. For about ten seconds (what seemed like ten hours in Tweek's mind), the only thing to be heard was his mother washing the breakfast dishes, and that crinkling annoying paper. It was enough to make someone scream, he thought. He did, allowing for him to speak. "Ergg-Da-dad? Are y- you -agh- ready to go?" he said anxiously. There was a pause in which his father flipped that vexing noisy paper a few more times. He then looked up as if the child had just said something and watched as if he was listening for a moment. After Tweek twitched his father responded. "Yes. Let's go." Tweek and his Father climbed in the rusty family car as his Mother stood at the door waving blankly. Tweek shuddered and twitched as his father got in and moved all the mirrors and shifted gears. He nearly jumped out of his seat when the car started. The jittery blond fumbled for his seatbelt for a good while before sighing in relief at it's safe buckling. His father's driving was slow and safe, but Tweek still looked uneasy and shrieked every now and again. Tweek was happy to pile out of the old car and run to the locked door of the coffe shop, despite the terrible cold. He wasn't dressed for the weather, but of course he was already shuddering. He stared at the clear glass so closely that his breath fogged it a bit. He rubbed it off with his sleeve as he father carted a box out of the car and brought the keys to unlock it. He was surprised when his father spoke to someone. "Been waiting long, champ? Come on in and warm up. We'll be ready for business in a few minutes." he said cheerfully to the potential customer. Tweek jerked and looked to the spot where Craig was standing. His worry dimmed a little at the sight of him, and he visibly shook less. "Oh! Hi-i-i Craig." "Friend of yours, son?" his father questioned. "You could -ack!- say that." he replied, almost smiling. |
A small smile graced Craig's lips when Tweek's car drove up, melting the snow in it's parking space.
"[color=blue]Hello, Mr. Tweak.[/blue]" Craig said, and subtly grabbed Tweek's arm (Which turned out to be not so subtle, because it was Tweek and he freaked out when anyone touched him spontaneously) and held him there. Tweeks' father either didn't notice or didn't care or was too busy with opening his shop to bother with the two and went inside with a shrug. Craig waited until the man was inside and out of their view before wrapping his arms around Tweek's waist in a loose sort of hug. "Hey there, Tweaker. You alright this morning?" |
The trembling boy shrieked at the sudden grasp on his arm, and jerked away a little, but thought better of it on Craig's behalf and calmed himself. It seemed like a....safer touch...when he actually thought about it. He watched his poor naive father walk blindly into a building full of god knows what. He worried about him, but only for a minute, beacause he had his own problems.
Craig liked him, that much was true. He was actually the only person he could stand to let touch him at all. Though his his body still shook, He felt the tension die down a notch while he was locked in that loose embrace. The problem was....did Tweek really feel the same way that Craig did, or was it just the fact that Craig liked HIM that made this seem okay. "Gah, I wish I knew." he thought aloud, ignoring the question. |
Craig frowned, "You didn't sleep last night, did you? That's not a good habit, you know."
He pressed his lips to Tweek's forehead, "I'll let you off the hook, just 'cause you look so damn cute in that uniform of yours." He looked around almost nervously, as if someone was watching him. He suddenly realized that he was doing this publicly in a small hick town. That would not end well. Fortunately, no one was around, and he Kissed the top of Tweek's head once more before saying, "You want to go inside now? You look pretty freaking cold..." |
Tweek twitched at the question. "How'd you-errk!- How'd you know?" he muttered in reply. He was about to explain a long story about underwear gnomes and scary noises when he felt something warm and soft on his forehead.
Tweek was still for a good ten seconds. It took all of his attention span to process the feelings that ran through him with that foreign touch. When his mother kissed him, it was wet and sticky and he got paranoid of lead in her lipstick giving him brain tumors. He'd stumble and scrub his face and shreik. Now he just felt like everything was quiet and peaceful for once. It took a long time, but he finally mangaged a jittery reply. "I-I do?" |
Craig was about to respond when Tweek froze. And he panicked. Tweek always twitched. When he stopped, something was seriously wrong.
"Tweaker, are you okay?" He looked down at the boy and broke the embrace to get a better view. God, he was pretty, all confused like he was then. But Tweek recovered and so did Craig, and gloved hands slipped around slender, shaking ones. "Yes, you do. You need a jacket and gloves, hun. And, oh... your shirt is buttoned wrong again! How have you not frozen to death?" |
Tweek was disappointed when Craig let him go. Wow, he'd never wanted to be held before. It was....kinda nice. He smiled when Craig took his hands and fussed over him.
The towheaded lad let his brows furrow at the thought of his shirt being buttoned incorrectly. "Gah! Why don't people tell me these things?" he griped. He fumbled with the button and his shaking hands hopelessly. "I can't -erk- get to my jackets and stuff because -gah- I- the gnomes hide in my piles of clothes! They'd bite me if- grr stupid.." he was fighting his button the whole time. He sighed defeatedly and left it. |
Craig watched the boy fumble until admitting defeat, smile forming on his face, "Oh, Tweaker, you're so cute..."
As Tweek freaked out, Craig put his hands calmly on the boy's shoulders. They sat there momentarily, long enough for Craig to give Tweek another soft kiss. Then they moved down to the boys shirt front. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, pausing as he finished to look at the boy's chest. He was so pale and skinny, like he never ate. The boy needed some food, it was true. He shook off the thought however, and calmly buttoned the shirt up correctly. He'd deal with it later. "Better?" |
Tweek twitched a little as the other boy unbuttoned his shirt. It was amazing how much the two of them contrasted. Here he was, shaking like a leaf, and Craig seemed calm and collected. He tried to be calm and still. He really tried, but there was just so much he had to think about. His Dad hadn't came out calling for him to help open shop yet- what if he was dead? What if....if there was a chemical reaction near one of the coffee plants and now the beans had mutated into a demon horde of death?
Or...what if he wasn't, and was watching another boy kissing him and unbuttoning his shirt and he was mad and was gonna kill them? No, his dad wouldn't kill him....but...GAH! His dad was gonna kill Craig! Thoughts past this point were blurred into nothing when the other boy spoke. He ran a shaking hand down the front of his shirt. For once, there weren't any gaps that showed skin and made him feel like everyone was looking at his fat stomach. He smiled and looked up at Craig. "Yeah." |
"Good. Then, shall we?"
Craig smiled, placing his hand in the small of Tweek's back, leading him toward the door. "You know, as much as I hate to let you go, you have to help out your dad, right?" Son of a bitch, the boy was making him out to be a goodie-two-shoes, and it was only their first day together. Tweek was just so scattered, so cute... He'd cuss someone out later to make up for all the gay romancy shit he was doing. But not when he was with Tweek. Obviously. Of course. He promised himself these things as he opened the door for the boy and guided him in, "I'll be your first customer. That is, if you don't get to the coffee first..." |
Tweek jerked at the sudden pull to the front door. "Oh! I-errg- guess I should get- ahh- going." he admitted. His mind wouldn't let him wait for the other boy to pull him inside lovingly and risk his Dad seeing them. If Craig got hurt, he might never get that calmness he got ever again. He ran through the door, but held it open for the other like a friend would do.
His father had his back turned. This eased the trembling lad a smidgen. He hadn't been watching, unless he had eyes in the back of his head. Didn't grown-ups have those? ACK! What was he going to do? He had to choose between his Father and his newly acquired boyfriend. He couldn't possibly deal with either of them dying. At least not now. |
Craig thought for a moment, had a slight panic attack, and pulled Tweek back to him. He whispered quietly, "Uhm, oh... don't tell your dad just yet. I don't want anyone to know I'm... you know, and especially not someone who can tell my parents. Okay?"
He left out the part about worrying whether Tweek would be able to handle the wrath of his own parents, or kids at school, because the poor boy was a nut case as it was. He ruffled his hair in a manly sort of way, and sauntered to the counter to order a latte. He didn't like coffee all that much -- especially when compared to Tweek -- but he'd order some anyway. To get a good rep with his dad, maybe. If that would work. |
Poor naive Craig. He was wasting his time, worrying about his parents finding out about him, and Tweek's father was probably plotting the murder of the one who "defiled" his precious son. Tweek didn't want to scare Craig away, so he gave a shuddering nodd as the other boy went to the counter.
Tweek stood at the door, shaking and twitching as he always did. Possibly a little more so, because he was worried sick about his lover's safety. He eyed his father, hoping to see if he had eyes in the back of his head or not. He didn't, as far as Tweek could see, and he was quite sure that anyone would be able to see eyes under his father's thinning hair. His father turned around. "Tweek, I'm going to go into the back and grab a box of filters. Think you can handle your friend here while I'm gone?" he asked calmly. "Erra-Su-sure thing Dad." the boy replied. Filters...yeah right. He was probably going to find a closet to stash the body in. |
"Tweakers. Don't be so nervous, my order's not complicated..." He smiled.
Craig figured Tweek wasn't flipping about that, but he would try anything to get the boy to calm down. Well, not anything. With his dad in the next room he wouldn't attempt to get near the boy romantically in the way he did outside, for fear of being shunned in their redneck mountain town. That would suck for him. "Tweek, honey, seriously. Calm down." |
Tweek was nervous and jittery. More so than normal. He was trying to focus on Craig's order, but he looked back at the door to the stock room every few minutes. Especially when Craig called him a sweet little pet name or cooed for him to calm down. He really wanted to comply...He just couldn't! It was too stressful a situation not to panic!
He tried to make up a reason he was so jump. "I-i-i...urrgh...I'm just worried dad might-gah- hurt himself! It's- ack- awful loud back there....I might not here him -grr- scream!" This flasehood would certainly quell the others questions. "Errh- What did you want? I-i gotta keep busy or Dad'll -gah- make me do dishes....That didn't end well last time." |
Craig listened closely, and then shook his head, "Uhm, Tweek? It's not loud back there at all."
His frown deepened when he realized what the other boy was lying to him about. He was just nervous, didn't want his father to notice anything. Poor little Tweek. Craig lowered his voice down to a whisper, "It's okay, Tweeker. I'll leave." he placed a tip on the counter, "That's for you, so your dad doesn't think you're scaring customers away. Never mind the coffee, you can drink it yourself if you want. I'll be back at closing, okay?" |
Tweek's body relaxed a little. At least Craig would be safe now. "Ah-ah-okay." he sputtered. He didn't want him to leave, but it was better off this way.
He couldn't get a coffee anyway. He wasn't allowed to touch the hot pots, what with his terrible twitching. Last time, he nearly gave a customer 3rd-degree burns. He waved. "Uh-argh- See you later, C-craig!" he stammered. |
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